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‘There isn’t any other road.’
‘That’s what I thought.’
‘It’s just over the next hill. But I wouldn’t go up there, if I were you.’
Cooper laughed at his ominous tone. It sounded like a line from an old black-and-white horror film, but it ought to have been delivered by a Transylvanian coach driver, or some other superstitious yokel.
‘Especially not at this time of night?’ said Cooper.
‘Eh?’ The old man looked at him as if he were stupid.
‘No, I meant – the name of the people is Dearden, not Dracula. It isn’t even an anagram.’
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